I WENT into my grandmother's garden And there I found a farden; I gave it to my mother To buy a baby brother; The baby was so bandy, I gave it a drop of brandy; The brandy was so hot, I put it in the pot; The pot was so little, I put it in the kettle; The kettle had a spout And it all ran out. With a good push-- Over the bowling green. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |